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Your Missing Period Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Nov 11, 2013 6:16 pm
 Faun glanced at the fire, "It's nothing but embers." hardly warm, but the satyr could feel the heat, giving another moan before his entire body tensing before he finally relaxed. As relaxed as he could get, the problem still rather big and apparent, not ashamed at all of the mess it caused. "No, he's, twisted." and shifted to a sitting position, "it affects nerves." he grit his teeth, looking at Mark, smelling the heat from the human, nostrils flaring. "He's done this before." and decided to deal with the poisoned appendage again.
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Posted: Mon Nov 11, 2013 6:50 pm
 Mark's eyes trailed down to Faun's hand and he blushed, "what are you-" but he felt his own body growing hotter, harder and he swallowed. it took all the will he could muster, but he looked away, closing his eyes to the sight. he wanted to plug his ears, but he knew if he moved his hands they would go down into his own lap to relieve the increasing pain that was coming from there. "what do we-" he looked at Faun again and licked his lips. he took in the other's smooth curves that contrasted with his hard muscles and...that. "does he just want us to lust ourselves to death?" he asked breathlessly.
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Your Missing Period Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 11, 2013 10:37 pm
"Relieving tension." Faun said breathlessly. Slickness was always smooth and fast. Oil, water, grease, wet and slick substances. He tried to swallow a moan, failing and giving a strangled gasp, eyes glazing over with lust. "Probably. Last time, lasted all day, done by night." His breath was growing more harsh, "I was exhausted. Then the king came," the memory of it alone relieved more pressure, regaining his breath, half-lidded eyes looking over at Mark. "I'd make the best of the situation. Exit this house and the beasts outside will smell you."
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Posted: Mon Nov 11, 2013 10:51 pm
Mark couldn't take it, there was a limit to how much he could stand. slowly he opened his own pants and began to copy Faun, his mind exploding as soon as he started. "What-" he gasped, "did the king do when he came?" he was trying to focus on something other than the sensations and it wasn't working.
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Your Missing Period Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 11, 2013 11:34 pm
Faun couldn't hide his smirk as Mark's hand found a new home, making so that the human was copying every move. "Well," the thoughts riled him up, made him crave that treatment again, that harshness, possessiveness, "It wasn't pleasant." it was very pleasant. Faun's voice went hoarse, his taste buds tasted only one thing, his body had gone numb with pleasant adrenaline. He wanted to show that to Mark. That delicious roughness, the pain. "I escaped, though. Wants to kill me." and each time he tried it only turned the satyr on more. The king was so cruel, so dominant.
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 12:03 am
 Mark whimpered and closed his eyes, "he's going to kill us. oh god-" his hand wouldn't stop, even learning he was going to die. he felt sick as he found his completion, but it wasn't enough. he had a feeling it would never be enough. King stepped into the small enclosure and looked over the two spent men, his dogs at his side. it was late into the night and the drugs had finally started to wear off, not that he could allow that. he walked to his little Faun and placed a boot on his head, pushing down on the juncture where antler met head, "look what i've caught in my trap. the little whore that got away," his eyes narrowed when they fell on the other, but his smile staid in place, "and his newest pet. what fun we shall have, hmm?"
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Your Missing Period Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 10:43 am
Faun wasn't surprised when the human entered a semi-dead state, his was numb with pleasure his weak human body didn't know how to handle it. Faun knew how to handle it, though, deciding to tease and use the man for his own selfish reasons. When the drug was finally leaving his system however he decided it was enough, leaving Mark in his semi-unconscious state and started to clean the mess on the floor. His body was still buzzing faintly, but he needed a clean house for his oncoming guest. The satyr hoped he still had enough energy to deal with his guest, but he did, he always did, and even if he didn't he'd be used like he'd used Mark. That was nirvanna, being nothing more than a tool. Hearing familiar steps he looked up with only enough time to lower his head, a boot making contact between his antlers and forced to bow down. It snet a jolt of energy throughout his being, forcing his tail to remain still and not wag, ready for his king. "My king," he said weakly, glancing at Mark, though unsure how conscious he truly was, "Please don't harm him." best play it safe in case he was awake.
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 11:09 am
Mark was in such a delerium, he couldn't tell what was real and what was fake. was he asleep? was he awake? a man entered the house and he knew he should be afraid. those damned dogs were with him, but he was just so tired- King grinned and pressed down harder. he'd taken Faun's horns off this way once, just kept pushing until they snapped. the screams had been glorious. "of course i won't," he leaned down, "you will. if you wish to live, satyr, you will hurt him for me." he looked down at the human with disdain, "once he's awake, of course."
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Your Missing Period Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 11:38 am
The pressure in his antlers had him whimper, but as the king leaned down the pressure increased, teeth grit as his head lowered more to try and avoid the small throb of pain. The king wouldn't be harming Mark? Another jolt of pleasure and energy at the thought, feeling blood travel downwards as he glanced at the human who was still a mess. "Wh-What do you want me to do?" he said softly. Torture him? He'd be in pain once he was fully awake anyway. Should he make it worse? Use herbs? The tools in his house? Make the man's voice go hoarse? Or keep him in a delirious state of limbo, unable to finish and let that be his pain as Faun did countless times?
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 11:49 am
King looked at the fireplace and snapped his fingers, turning the now cold embers into a roaring flame. another snap had several brands inside of the flames, turning red hot. he removed his foot and sat back, a black throne growing from the shadows of the room just in time to catch him. "use your imagination, slave." Mark's eyes widened, coming to a little as the words found their way to his brain and started to make sense. "no-" he whispered, trying to push himself up, crawl away, anything! "no, faun, please!"
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Your Missing Period Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 2:47 pm
Golden eyes turned to the sound of metal, seeing the brands laying in the fire pit. But the king was right there, the dogs were ready to tear into him, they just needed one command. He whimpered, looking at mark. But he was already tired and weak, it wouldn't be that hard... get him torn apart or just a few brands and survival? The choice was obvious. "I-I'm sorry." Faun murmured, taking a hot brand, "y-You'll live this way, Mark." and took a cautious step forward, unsure where to brand him before deciding to press it right on his shoulder, hearing the sizzle of burning flesh. And he would do this with each brand, going lower and lower onto the skin, but he did not hit the sensitive spot, instead he hit dangerously close on the skin of the inner thigh.
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Posted: Wed Nov 13, 2013 10:36 pm
Mark screamed in pain as the metal was pressed into his shoulder, his body trying to pull away, but he was pinned between the poker and the wall. "St-stop!" he begged, tears falling from his eyes as he broke out into another scream, the second burn being pressed into his flesh. he writhed in pain the lower Faun got, his voice finally fading, but he kept screaming. his throat hurt, the tears wouldn't stop, and he felt like he was on fire in the places where the poker touched, the rest of his body so icy cold in contrast, he was shivering. "pl-" he rasped, "please stop." King watched it all with a smile, waiting for Faun to reach close to those lower regions before speaking again. "turn him over," he ordered, holding up another, freshly reddened poker, force this inside, faun, you you shall be the one to take it."
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Your Missing Period Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 14, 2013 10:09 pm
Golden eyes widened at the poker, knowing that the human couldn't stand that. The goat ears lowered, looking back at Mark. Could he do this? Could he make this human scream any more? What Faun was doing was immoral, torture, there used to be laws against this back when Wonderland still stood. Look at the pain he was causing, the human was red all over, not including the charred areas which the satyr had tainted. Trembling fingers reached out, grabbing the poker and bringing it close to his own body, holding it. Then he turned, hitting one of the dogs with it, the loud yelp hurting his ears before turning on the king, aiming for his face.
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Posted: Thu Nov 14, 2013 10:46 pm
Mark watched the poker with hazy eyes. everything was getting blurry, the outermost of his vision dark. "Please-" in a flurry of motion, Faun was attacking the dog and the king and Mark had a moment of hope. one that died quickly when he saw the king react. King watched, amused, as his pet was hit with the poker, which came towards his own face soon after. he caught it, his hand closing around the red hot end and he didn't even flinch. the sound of sizzling filled the air as King stood up and used his grip on the poker to shove Faun backwards. his dogs were waiting and pounced on the satyr as soon as he took a step back. one leg for the legs, grabbing it between powerful jaws and biting down hard. the other jumped for Faun's throat, his fangs closing around without shutting it off completely as his legs clawed at the flesh of his chest. the King watched as his dogs ravished the faun for a minute, enjoying the blossoming red that spread across the room before he called them off. "that was very naughty, Faun," he said softly as he turned the poker over and blew on the cooled tip, turning it red hot once more. "i believe you know what is coming." "N-No!" Mark begged, trying to crawl to Faun and cover him, "no, please! please, show mercy!" Faun had been hurt protecting Mark, he couldn't just sit back and watch.
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Your Missing Period Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 15, 2013 9:16 pm
Faun's eyes widened as the King closed his fingers, and thank goodness that Mark was unable to see because lust glittered in the Faun's eyes at the show of dominance. Just grabbing it, not caring if your flesh was sizzling away. It sent a pleasant chill through his body. But he would not be having fun for a while, being shoved back, hooves staggering before he fell. One dog caught him by the leg, a scream ripping from his vocal cords as he tried to yank it out. The painful cries were cut short as another leapt for his neck, eyes wide as he fell fully to the ground. He was trying to shove the dog off, blood pouring from his neck and leg, mouth trying to capture any trace of air it could and soon he could inhale it, along with blood. The liquid sputtered from his mouth and nose, making it a gruesome lipstick as he looked at his majesty. And he lied there, staring at the poker before looking over at Mark. The king could order Mark to take Faun into him, the King could take Mark even, prepare him for training. It would be even more fun to send him to the noble's on the promise of sparing the satyr's life. "Don't." came the gurgled plea to the blond. The possibilities were limitless.
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